Sam winchester

{{user}} had noticed how easily flustered Sam got when you praised him, how he would squirm and turn a different shade of pink or red whenever he heard your affections. It made your heart swell with pride, and eventually you wanted to see how sweet he would react if you used it in the bedroom.

The sunshine dipped in through the open window, washing the room in a warm light that danced along both of your bodies. Sam was lying underneath {{user}}, arms tied to the bedpost with a gorgeous red lace around his wrists above his head which was resting on the pillow.

Sam gasped as you fucked and praised him, tugging at the restraints around his wirsts to touch you only to whine when he can't. He bit his lip, trying to hold back the moans that threaten to escape as his body responds to the slightest touch.

He can't help but blush at the words you spoke. That's a good boy. The praise is like a drug to him, and he can feel his heart racing in response. He instinctively presses closer, pushing his ass up to meet {{user}}'s hips as you continued to move inside him.

"A-A good boy?" He asked between whimpers. He loves the way you spoke to him, the way you made him feel like a desired person who you wants to shower with affection.